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Having made up his mind, the leader of the envoy no longer had any false smile on his face. Instead, he really had an expression of admiration for his magical skills. He stood there, quietly waiting for Qin Yifan to start.
A group of waiters stood not far from Qin Yifan and Lin Qiulu with trays in their hands. They were responsible for presenting Qin Yifan's sliced meat to the emperor and his ministers.
"Eat the meat while it's hot, don't wait until it's cold!" After Qin Yifan said this to everyone, he picked up the kitchen knife and made a beautiful knife flower in the air, just like the Fan chef before.
Lin Qiulu straightened her arms. She was shorter than Qin Yifan, just reaching Qin Yifan's chest. Qin Yifan suddenly turned his head and said to the team of servants: "Run and send them over." Before they could agree, his arms were already there.
Start waving.
This time the kitchen knife was not as fast as the one used to cut the cow, but it was much faster than that of the Fan tribe chef. Whoosh, before anyone saw the knife flash, a thin piece of raw meat had already flown to the top of the table as if it had eyes.
On the plate in the waiter's tray, it lay flat without any wrinkles. The meat slices were intact and not damaged at all.
The waiter had already been given the task and did not dare to neglect his steps. The first piece of meat was of course presented to the emperor. He trotted all the way to deliver it and was already breathing a little. The emperor did not hesitate this time, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the thin piece of meat.
The piece of meat was put into his mouth without hesitation, he chewed it slightly, and then suddenly showed a strange expression.
I originally thought that Qin Yifan was just talking about the Fan chefs to belittle their skills. Therefore, even if the meat slices Qin Yifan cut this time were difficult to eat, the emperor planned to hold back and praise them. Unexpectedly, the thin slices of meat were so thin.
As soon as it enters the mouth, it brings a burst of indescribable deliciousness.
The meat slices were too thin to withstand a few chews, and seemed to melt in the mouth. Not only did it have no fishy smell, but it also seemed as if the entire meat slices had turned into a mouthful of delicious soup, exuding incomparable deliciousness and fully stimulating every bite on the tongue.
Taste buds. It is different from any exquisite food I have eaten before. It has a fresh fragrance with different languages. Even if it is swallowed into the throat, the lingering deliciousness still remains in the mouth.
"Good! Good! Good!" The emperor couldn't help but praised three times. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips in an indecent manner, as if he still had something to say.
At this moment, Qin Yifan had already made many cuts, and the good guy was counting loudly: "...twenty-nine...thirty...thirty-one..." Looking at the piece of meat on the back of Lin Qiulu's hand, it didn't seem to be thinner yet.
How many.
The servants responsible for delivering the meat lined up and trotted back and forth between the seats of the ministers like butterflies in flowers, delivering each piece of cut raw meat to everyone in time.
Seeing the emperor's appearance, all the ministers could not hold back. They couldn't wait for the meat slices to be served, and they quickly picked them up and put them into their mouths. Basically, the expression on the face of everyone who put them into their mouths was,
They are all indescribable and unspeakable feelings.
Qin Yifan wielded the knife like a precise machine. Lin Qiulu's straight arm had not moved until now and was steady. Even if there was a slight uncontrollable tremor, it could not affect Qin Yifan at all. Every time he swung the knife, he would be precise.
He took down a complete piece of meat without making any mistakes because of that little tremor.
The chef and butcher of the Fan tribe couldn't help but take a few steps forward and observed Qin Yifan's movements more carefully, fearing that something was unclear or missed. The counting voice almost never stopped: "...Sixty
…Sixty-one…Sixty-two…”
At this point, the thickness of the meat in Lin Qiulu's hands had only been reduced by one-third. A discerning person could judge that the number of meat slices Qin Yifan could cut out was far higher than a third without waiting for the final result.
One hundred pieces. In other words, not only in terms of difficulty, but also in terms of quantity, Qin Yifan had an absolute advantage over the Fan clan. It can be said that their defeat was ugly, very ugly.
As the meat slices in Lin Qiulu's hands became thinner and thinner, it became more and more difficult for Qin Yifan to cut the meat. However, despite this, people still did not notice from the frequency of Qin Yifan's knife swings that even if Qin Yifan hesitated a little, he still used that knife.
He swung the knife at an even speed, waving his arm one after another, and a complete piece of meat would always fall from the waiter's tray not far away with each swing of Qin Yifan's knife.
"...One hundred and ninety-eight...One hundred and ninety-nine...Two hundred..." The counting voice became louder and louder, and more and more people joined the counting process, even the aloof emperor.
Exception. When the number exceeded 200, there was another burst of cheers.
Listening to people's heartfelt cheers and seeing Qin Yifan's unaffected movements, the leader of the group silently took a few steps forward, getting closer to Qin Yifan, thinking about the plan in his heart, and silently waiting for the opportunity.
Seeing that there was only a thin layer of meat left on Lin Qiulu's hand, it was impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye. The count had reached two hundred and forty, and it was almost time to reach the end.
Fanshi slowly moved forward again, as if he wanted to see Qin Yifan's movements up close. However, when he was still two steps away from Qin Yifan, he stumbled suddenly, as if he was tripped by something.
His body fell towards Qin Yifan.
Now, even if Qin Yifan couldn't be frightened enough to make him miss, he could still disrupt Qin Yifan's rhythm with a hard push. Moreover, Fan Shi was very sure that this would be the moment for Qin Yifan to swing his sword. As long as he pounced
In fact, Lin Qiulu's hand would inevitably have a bloody cut. If it was serious, with the force of Qin Yifan's swing and the sharpness of the kitchen knife he saw, the whole hand might be chopped off.
The fluttering body suddenly stopped, and a strong support suddenly appeared under the armpit. The force was very strong, and it directly supported Fanshi steadily. Then, Fanshi heard Qin Yifan's calm and gentle voice in his ears: "
Sir, be careful, the ground here is slippery!"
When Fanshi looked closely, he found that it was Qin Yifan who was holding him up. The kitchen knife in his right hand did not stop at all, and was still waving it regularly. His left hand was like an iron pliers, holding it under his armpit.
The strength was so great that even if he tried to struggle, he would not be able to move at all.
What makes him even more angry is that Qin Yifan looked at himself calmly with a smile on his face. He kept waving the knife in his hand and counted ten more. But during this period of time when he was waving the knife, Qin Yifan couldn't even look at it.
He didn't look at the thin piece of flesh on the back of Lin Qiulu's hand over there.
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